The Night Club Door

We were young then
In a burgeoning decade 
Painted and free 
Dancing In heels
We were new then
Born from mischief 
Butterflies amid the grey
The overcast, the gloom
Free
A canvass without masks
To say, this is us
Look
We are neither 
We are all
Listen 
And for a moment they saw us
And for a moment they danced
And for a moment it was new 
Painted and free
But moments are fleeting
And the devil has a care
And the wild spirits of our youth
Fell into the darkness

We are old now
Those of us left to cry
Yet we are restless 
To dance again
Listen
We have more to say

Copyright RMC March 2021

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